Trouble

Up there another man, working

They've put me aside, resting

I used to work at night, chanting

Well I don't any more, ain't it saddening?

How can it be? I'm too old to be this young

How can it be this country needs my bones in the ground

All I got is a six-stringed soul shovel and the power to wield it

With another man, dancing

I saw her Saturday night, her lips were trembling

How can it be? I'm too old to be this young

How can it be this country needssinksdrinks my bones in the ground

All I got is a six-stringed soul shovel and the power to wield it